User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160707172645

"Leave Bardlin, sir...?" Flewd and Dogbane exchanged expressions of disgust. "Wot kind o' Cap'n leaves Bardlin be'ind?" A shrill cry rent the air, and the two bolted wordlessly into the surrounding woodland, abandoning the fox in favor of their own hides.

Serrano had been, in all the time he had been with them, after all, their boss in name only.